Chapter 28 Greased & Fucked In Room Seven--Iv

• She slipped inside like a shadow—body still slick with sweat and cum, thighs trembling from the brutal fuck the mechanic gave her. Every step slow, deliberate, hips swaying with a filthy secret burning between her legs. She still felt him buried deep, marking her in ways her husband never could. She ached for him again already.
• Her husband waited like always—blind to the hunger she hid.
• She kissed him soft, sweet, perfect wife mask in place. His hands slid around her waist, warm and familiar, but she barely noticed. Her pussy was dripping, sticky with that mechanic’s possession, and the thought of her husband’s touch made the ache flare hotter.